By Kwakuvi Azasu!In the eventide I wearily plodThe shrub fringed path to Luhue in floodNumb and weary, wearily on, I plodThey, many creatures my feet disturbed From slumber troubled and perturbed Run frantic into the running water, to the sound “plop”The snake like the butterflies Wriggles harmless as it flies,Away into the running water, to sound “plop”On, on I walk the water brim,To wake a crocodile from his dream,-With an ugly deftness and splash! Away to swim!All creatures nimbly make wayAll creatures nimbly make way For me as they plunge with aweInto the depths of running Luhue.Suddenly! And I wonder Why a colossal hippo also thunders!Into the water with a deafening – splash!Then the thought shoot my brainShattering ignorance to establish truth:Man is greater, man is greater! Than all!

By Vivian Golo-KumahMy soul wonders in thought of lifeWhat life will I behold as a young woman? Will I be powerful and mighty as they say? Or live in my little timid way of life.Life has become nightmare of uncertainty,Yes! The past I know, the present I live in But what use have I made of the present This is all I have and know of, I think of and cherish.And steadfastly I holdThe future is my deepest fear and has caused me sleepless night.The Fear of living in perpetual guilt of failure to achieve my heart desires.The fear that haunt me like death, ghost and like a monster.Life oh life! All I ask for is fairness All I hope for is greatness, happiness and fulfillment in life.Oh life, oh, oh life so unpredictable Oh life, oh life so gracious yet unassuming.

by Vivian GolokumahThere’s a pretty woman somewhere I know,Before whose eyes greed is transformed into generosity In her mouth a tongue of soothing comfort And in her breasts sweet milk of sympathy.All she could, she gives the needy;And when she can’t she encourages trueThose in pain she pampers with pity.Her hands are magic wands of mercy,Which bitter poison alters to sweet honey,And resolves wars into painless peaceUgly Anger! Her smiles change into dainty love.She is great! That woman I know:Never frowning – always smiling She is Kindness who but a few do know.By Vivian GoloKumahDedicated to my mother

by Vivian GolokumahPoor woman, look how oppressed she isSuppressed she has been all this years.Marriage has limited her to little chances,Marriage has put her in captivity of no choice ofHer.Poor woman, she can’t speak when her husbandSpeaks, she can’t even have a decent conversationWith her husband without being beaten like a thief whoHas Stolen.Her very existence is pain, anguish, anxiety and nightmareBecause she is a woman who married to a beast as husband.Poor woman, she has no right over her sexuality, her husband ownHer like a piece of land, he decides when to plant, nature and cultivateThe land. The poor woman has to be submissive and loving unconditionallyto the husband. She is like a piece of wood before her husband shecan’t have equal love and be treated like the woman that she is.The poor woman has to produce children as a prove her womanhoodMarriage has enslaved her.All in name of womanhood.All she ever wanted as woman was happiness as a married woman.